[b]IC:Wolverine[/b]

The Blackbird landed comfortably under the X-Mansion, and Logan quickly powered the jet down. He unstrapped himself from the pilot's chair and left the plane with Storm. At the bottom of the ramp waiting for them was Charles, "I take it you were successful?"

"In a sense," Stom sighed. "We have a name, and no guarantee he's the man we're looking for."

"Graydon Creed," Logan growled. "The only name MacTaggert could come up with. He's also more or less untouchable, so the next step is going to be a tricky one."

"He's the head of the Friends of Humanity," Xavier stroked his chin. "Tricky indeed."

"We miss anything around here?" Logan asked, clearly seeking whether Charles had managed to located any of the Brotherhood members.

The professor shook his head, "Nothing to write home about. Creed seems to be our only option. But as you mentioned, getting close to him will present a significant hurdle to jump."

"Not if we had someone who could read his mind," Storm interjected. Logan and her had conferred during the flight home about how they'd get information from Creed. "All we'd need to do is get in the same room."

"I'm much to visible," Xavier shook his head. "We'd never get within the same city."

"We weren't thinkin ah you," Logan mumbled, ready for the backlash. Charles and Wolverine had been at odds over Jean since Scott defected to the Brotherhood. Her powers had always been extremely unpredictable, and though she had kept them under control for years, Xavier was afraid the shock and devestation from the loss would send her out of control. Logan had more faith in the girl than that. He had more or less raised her, and he knew she could take care of herself. Besides, she'd never know unless she got back out in the field.

"You're sure?" was Xavier's response. He sounded nervous and weery, but receptive. He knew something needed to be done, and if this was it, so be it.

"I always am, Chuck."

"Then get her ready. Storm and I will figure out our next move."